The terrifying heavens inside the box

The world of cabins in the woods.

In an unknown medical facility, in a special care ward.

"Let God deal with God?"

Upon hearing this, Diana instinctively covered her mouth and widened her eyes.

Horton, dressed in a suit and tie, stood there speechless, his mouth agape.

Marty, dressed in clergy attire, held his head in his hands, his face growing increasingly excited, and he even messed up his once neat hairstyle.

"Hey! Man! This is awesome! I thought it was crazy enough when I went to the Vatican and asked the Pope who was more powerful, 'God' or 'Giant'... You're even crazier than me!"

Jules rolled her eyes at Marty without saying a word, but her face still betrayed her worry.

Kurt noticed her gaze and offered to explain, "Don't worry, I won't risk my life again until I'm sure."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the others.

"I'm not trying to be a hero for a moment... I just want to let you know that I'm seriously considering how to win."

After Kurt finished speaking, the other four, having learned of his idea, nodded in support.

After all, since the "Abyss" was created by those evil gods from the underworld, the level of danger inside should not be underestimated.

The Bureau of Heterogeneity's first exploration of the "Abyss" was merely a chance encounter with the fog.

As a result of a series of unforeseen events, they traveled through the crack to another world.

They haven't truly descended into the "abyss" yet.

Sensing the time was right, Jules finally spoke, asking, "What exactly happened to you in the Los Angeles Rift? How did you get so badly injured?"

"It's another evil god." Kurt recalled the illusion he encountered when he attacked that giant creature, and he couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

He didn't know where he got the courage from, but he actually stabbed her with that sword under those circumstances.

"Really?" The other four were surprised.

Although they had heard that the "Hand of Destruction" that had appeared in the sacrifice before had reappeared in another world, and that it was targeting the "giant god" in the sky.

But now, traces of evil gods have appeared in other rifts.

Then the danger level of the mission to explore the "rift" will increase dramatically.

The Authority must reassess the risks of this operation and develop appropriate countermeasures.

"But this is also a good thing for us."

Kurt grinned from his hospital bed, a reminder to the other four:

"Think about it from a different perspective."

"Don't forget who currently holds the core technology for closing the crack."

Horton smiled and nodded. "This means our chips have become even more important."

Jules also stated, "We can begin negotiating with other factions to try and separate the Bureau of Dissent from the government."

Marty didn't speak this time. He was only on a nominal position in the Bureau of Heterodox Affairs, mainly responsible for the core members of the Cult of Giants.

"But what about the sacrifice faction's stance?" Diana asked about the other faction within the Bureau of Evil.

The ward fell silent.

They all knew that the major financial backers of the sacrificial faction were always tied to various capital groups behind the United States.

Doing this now would undoubtedly mean a complete breakdown in relations with the other party.

"Let's ignore them for now and just do what we're supposed to do..."

……

"Let God deal with God? This kid really dares to think that way."

Wang Hao watched as the little figures inside the box chatted animatedly. His attention then shifted back to the worktable, gazing at the "Armed Heart" that had been taken out of the box.

However, despite being called a "heart," it's almost the size of a basketball.

"This thing looks really bizarre!"

"And all these weapons, I wonder who stuck them up there..."

He had just finished complaining when he remembered the being he had captured and who was later called the "Destruction God" by Kurt and others.

"Oh, it seems that guy still has one hand sticking out."

Wang Hao looked back into the box, where the scene had suddenly jumped from the world of the cabin in the woods to the misty world.

"Huh? What are these kids doing?"

……

A world shrouded in mist.

One kilometer away from the site of Project Arrow.

Inside the tent, military technicians were controlling a robot to approach, using the monitor screen as a guide.

"Sizzle!"

Before long, the screen showed flashes of electricity and billowing black smoke.

Immediately afterwards, the entire surveillance screen turned into a snowy display.

At this moment, an observer carrying a high-powered telescope walked in from outside the tent and bowed in salute.

"Reporting, sir! The 26th experiment has failed. After completing the data collection, the robot failed to return at a distance of 50 meters from the target and is now scrapped."

Upon hearing this report, a middle-aged man resembling a general inside the tent couldn't help but point outside and roar, "Can anyone tell me! What the hell is that?!"

Seeing that no one answered for a long time, he finally said something as if to vent his frustration:

"I really don't know what the point of me bringing you all here is!"

The technician in the white lab coat, who had just been operating the robot, turned and asked, "Sir, should we prepare for the next experiment?"

"Next time? Even the latest corrosion-resistant robots couldn't return after getting close. Tell me how we're supposed to conduct the next experiment? Or are you going to go and collect the data yourself?"

I recall the tragic scene before, when a group of soldiers in hazmat suits were preparing to collect samples, but in the end, only a pile of corpses were dragged back.

The technicians in white coats wisely kept their mouths shut, fearing that this redneck general might suddenly go crazy and rush them to do it.

The general, his face grim, walked out of the tent without uttering a word.

Looking into the distance, the massive black severed arm, as large as a small mountain range, was enveloped in an indestructible, unknown, transparent crystal, lying there horizontally.

He couldn't help but ponder whose hand it could be.

A legendary giant? Or... a god?

Who could have severed this arm and placed it here?

These problems were already causing great distress to the American upper class.

Doomsday theory, theism, extraterrestrial theory, underground world theory...

A variety of absurd statements have emerged one after another.

People were filled with fear and anxiety, and everyone felt insecure.

The general turned his head and looked again at the bottomless crater formed by the collapse of the mountain.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of pain on his face.

You should know that Project Arrow was the culmination of my hard work, which was about to succeed and open the door to other worlds.

But now it's inexplicably gone!

However, he was also somewhat relieved that he was away at the base when Project Arrow began its experiments, as he was attending a meeting at the time.

Otherwise, the list of missing persons or funerals would now include another general-level casualty.

Thinking of this, the general reluctantly took out a cigar box from his pocket, took out a cigar and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter and held it up in front of him to block the wind.

Just as he was about to light his cigar, he suddenly noticed that the ground beneath his feet had darkened.

The general slowly raised his head.

The cigar fell right off his lips and landed on the ground.

In the sky, a hand, far more magnificent and enormous than the black severed arm, slowly descended.

He grabbed the black severed arm, which was wrapped in an unknown crystal, and lifted it into the sky.

The general and the soldiers around him who had witnessed the giant hand descend trembled; they now finally knew the answer.

However, this answer was far too heavy for ordinary people to bear...

……

Outside the box, Wang Hao looked at the black severed arm that was also wrapped in a layer of transparent crystal, which was taken out of the box.

"Hmm, since this guy is called Destruction, what should you be called... Slaughter?"

He recalled seeing the evil god in the box with its "armored heart" shape; just by slightly increasing its heart rate, a group of little people around it went mad and began killing each other.

At that time, if I hadn't reacted quickly enough and used a clean acrylic dust cover to create an "isolation" effect before covering the campsite, I would have been in trouble.

When Kurt gets back, he'll probably see a completely different scene.

"Wait, the killing..."

Wang Hao suddenly frowned and turned to look at the bizarre and evil god figurine in his hand.

"So, you're saying that the Human Purge Project world, and several other worlds with the same 'kill-kill-kill' theme, were all connected to by you?"

He thought about it carefully, then his eyes widened as if he had realized something.

"It seems that ever since the Misty World appeared, every time the Misty World appears, it is connected to the area corresponding to the cabin in the woods."

"Freddy in America, Sadako in Japan, the zombies of Hong Kong..."